Sunday AfternoonI took a Sunday stroll on a beautiful, sunny afternoon. I walked through the park, observing the young skateboarders. Just beyond the skateboarders, I observed the old homeless men sitting on benches, watching me as I watched them.
As I crossed the street, I noticed a young couple along side of me, holding hands, as if they had done that but a thousand times. I have not done that once with my lover. Not on a casual, lovely Sunday afternoon. My heart ached at the image of them, so comfortable in each other's company.
I stood on the street's corner after crossing, and my eye caught another young couple, waiting at the bus stop. She was very short, and he was very tall, and they were very in love. They talked, and turned, looking for the bus, and he'd pull her into his arms, and they would kiss, as if nobody else existed. It was just the two of them in their intimate world...except for me, watching.
I could tell they had been together for a long while, by the intimate ease of their affections. It certainly wasn't new to them, but that did not take away the excitement of being together. They laughed, as they embraced each other; her face leaning far up to look at him, and his head leaning down towards hers, noses rubbing. The bus came and took them away.
A mother and daughter then appeared, crossing the street, heading towards the park I had just come from. The daughter was an adorable blonde girl of 6 or 7 years old; the mother seemed to be in her thirties, beautiful and fit. I wondered if she was a single mom, or was her husband at home, working? Was he out with his friends, at a pub, drinking; on the couch, watching the football game? With his mistress; or just not there at all?
They held hands as they crossed, and when they got to the other side, the young daughter wrapped an arm around her mother's waist, with the pure affection only a child can give. Affection bestowed freely, exempt of embarrassment, and unbridled in its ex
I felt tears gathering in my eyes, for I was deeply touched by the love I witnessed on this day. I was overwhelmed by how poignant these simple glimpses and snapshots of other people's lives were to me.
It's unlikely the people I watched will remember the nuances of that day, but I surely will, as the observer who felt privileged and humbled to watch the simple marvels of a Sunday afternoon.
Upon reflection, I realize a moment is never too small to be cherished, an act is never too ordinary to go unnoticed, and love is never too simple to go unseen.
Let us, then, be more present in our daily lives, lest they pass us by; let us be kinder to ourselves & to each other- for we all are interconnected in this life of strife and beauty; we all experience the same fears and hopes about being alone, and being loved.
Take a moment to look around you, and the simple truth will reveal itself: We are one and the same.